Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

The it speaks so full
like the beauty, one can barely stand
Or too much dropped in your hand
And there's a green like the in your heart sometimes

underneath the sheets of ashy snow
And there's a blue like where the urban angels go, bright
Now the mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
Then it swings its pieces, round to other paintings here

behavior is so male
It's like, you can't yourself to me
I think, I'll ask to tea
For his flowers are as real as they are all the

And the sets the furniture aglow
It's a pleasant as far as people go, how far do they go?
Well his roses are and his words have no wings
I know what he can give me and I like to know these

I met her at the
She said, "I don't know he meant to me
I know he affected me
An effect not his art, I believe"

The service and we are in the know
He had so much to say but more to and ain't that true of life?
So we weep for a who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers we sensed that we had lost

A friend and I in a museum
She says, "Look at Mark Rothko's
Did you know his suicide?"
folks were born with a foot in the grave but not me, of course

And she as if to say, we're in the know
Then she names a coffee place we can go, uptown
Now the painting is desperate but the crowds wash
In a of kind pedestrians who've seen enough today